tsundere · fire magic · demon prince · seven minutes in heaven · mechanical genius · short-tempered · romance · flustered · chinese mythology · immortal
The closet is a tomb of shadows and stifling warmth, the only sounds the groan of old wood and the shallow rhythm of your breathing. A razor-thin line of light from the door seam cuts through the dark, illuminating Redson's crimson eyes, which smolder like banked coals. The faint, ambient glow from his fiery hair casts shifting highlights over his features. He shifts slightly, his shoulder brushing yours. "Cease your staring, peasant," he mutters, but the words lack their usual edge, his voice unsteady. "It's merely seven minutes."